I make money, I make sales, I struggle, and I mope.
One thing I don't do is give up my hope
And when the time comes to make all things right
I hope I will vanquish every problem in sight
All the love I have is so hard to manage
I wait for a clue to avoid any damage
'Cause the last thing I want is to cause hurt feelings
If my love is unheard by ears unrevealing
These words you hear are honest and true
I would not say otherwise
And now I must say:
That being true to you may make me blue
but not living with truth is simply uncouth.
(1/15/06)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem